Der Doppelganger:
"O you Doppleganger! You pale comrade!"
Still is the night, it quiets the streets, down
In that window my love would appear.
She's long since gone away from this town,
The house where she lived still remains here.
A man stands here too, staring up into space.
And powerfully wringing his hands in torment,
It chills me, when I behold his pale face-
For the moon shows me my own features again.
You spirit double, you specter with my face,
Why do you mock my love-pain so
That tortured me here, here in this place
So many mights, so long ago?